Early Memories
One of my earliest memories is from January 2-4, 1976 (sorry, I do not know the exact date)in Santa Barbara, CA.
I was a year and a half old.
My family’s home in Santa Barbara, CA was spitting distance from the railroad tracks.
My mother brought me out on the balcony one day to watch the Freedom Train roll by.
She was holding me in her arms. I watched over the fence and the next row of houses to see the train spitting smoke and chugging along. I did not know why this train was any more important than any other, but my mom had scooped me up from whatever I was doing at the time, (something terribly important, like coloring, or napping, I honestly can't remember), and told me that something historical and wonderful was happening and I could witness it with her right now.
Just try to imagine how thrilled I was today to find evidence that this memory was real. (The link that I posted above helped me figure out the date of this event.)
I am still searching for evidence of one of my other early memories in which I was roused from my sleep on Christmas Eve at my Grandparent’s house and the whole family went outside to watch Santa Claus and his team of Reindeer fly across the Southern CA sky, lit up by the lights of the Greater Los Angeles metropolitan area.
I may be mixing this up with a memory of being roused from my sleep on Christmas Eve at my Grandparent’s house to see the Christmas Comet. But as I learned from this article, I would have been 10 years old at that time. I am just guessing that the Santa Claus memory is much, much earlier.
I was a year and a half old.
My family’s home in Santa Barbara, CA was spitting distance from the railroad tracks.
My mother brought me out on the balcony one day to watch the Freedom Train roll by.
She was holding me in her arms. I watched over the fence and the next row of houses to see the train spitting smoke and chugging along. I did not know why this train was any more important than any other, but my mom had scooped me up from whatever I was doing at the time, (something terribly important, like coloring, or napping, I honestly can't remember), and told me that something historical and wonderful was happening and I could witness it with her right now.
Just try to imagine how thrilled I was today to find evidence that this memory was real. (The link that I posted above helped me figure out the date of this event.)
I am still searching for evidence of one of my other early memories in which I was roused from my sleep on Christmas Eve at my Grandparent’s house and the whole family went outside to watch Santa Claus and his team of Reindeer fly across the Southern CA sky, lit up by the lights of the Greater Los Angeles metropolitan area.
I may be mixing this up with a memory of being roused from my sleep on Christmas Eve at my Grandparent’s house to see the Christmas Comet. But as I learned from this article, I would have been 10 years old at that time. I am just guessing that the Santa Claus memory is much, much earlier.